Tarsuria, Year of Severus, 18, I.R., the 60th day of Spring, Broken Springs
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The night breeze was far warmer than it was yesterday. Nullus woke up sweating and breathing heavily as his head pounded from the nightmare he woke up to. He stood up and drank water directly from the earthen jug he stored just beside his bed.
This wasn't the first time this had occurred either. Nullus has been dreaming the same dream more than he could count. The dark water smashing against him, the glowing eyes of the serpent showing beneath the water, the dark tunnels and bat-like monsters he encountered returned to him every single night. But that wasn't where the nightmare was. The nightmare came in the form of his comrades slowly being killed and devoured in a thousand ways he had lost count of them. Just this night, he dreamt how the dwarf and beastman got torn to pieces by giant serpents they fought inside the cave.
